Pantone seventy one running parallel centered along the towns
miles of perforated lines to stabalize just a couple more lives
it's those tailgators that'll get you beaver
Kill welcomes you it's Exit 122
there is no turn on red
construction lies ahead
it's those tailgators that'll get to you
it's green, red and yellow but what about blue
smell the morning dew filled with exhaust fumes
spin the defroster put sirens on must
A summons doubled for the elderly my thermals are constricting my body
there is no flow to the thinking module when contents are molded to form into rubber
They are sometimes shaping into brake pedal
Creating this animated episode with a speed of 65 miles per hour
the guardrails begin to create a story of their own
form the accident casualties to the neglected strays they sure hold their own
everywhere is just not the here just get off were on the phone